One fine day I started writing home. One finds. It's so hard. To make it. . It's gotta be the right time. It's gotta be the right kind line. It's gotta be the mainline.
Baby Baby Baby don't hurry. You've got your finger on me. Don't let go, no no no. I know you love it. It's running through my veins. You drink me dry.
Ships don't just disappear in the night. Do they?. People don't really die of fright. Do they?. We all know it just ain't so. So don't be afraid when the table shakes.
I was travelling home on the subway. When this vision got on at Maida Vale. And as I casually eyed the classifieds. She sat down next to me. Every head in the carriage was wondering.